Blank, the canvas lie
White, the structure of mind
Obscure, the feelings of which
A facade forth way
Blackness begot the core
Leaving all to mourn in sanity
The moral compass that pointed south
Perpetually cascading towards vice
Wickedness conceived at birth
Death discharged from the void of sole creation
Folly trust proves erroneous
Naive one - you have yet to see behind the two suns
Evil walks through the wind of hallucinations
It soars down to the earth below, legions of death to follow
Behind the lights which peek into reality
A duplicitous darkness, void of color
The harrowing stench of enkephalos thickening the air
Malignant spirit which pulls blackness through the suns
Charon of lucidity, ride the black waters of deathdreams
Shoulder the evil as Atlas would this cancer planet
A place of eternal dark
Chernobog's throng of evil shall fester for all time
None shall cure this disease of ours - prophylaxis failure